ParnassusRalph Waldo Emerson Houghton, Osgood, 1880 - Всего страниц: 534 |
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... Dead Body of Cæsar . Ariadne's Farewell Bannockburn Bard , The Battle Hymn of the Republic Battle of the Baltic Battle on St. Crispian's Day Bay Fight , The Boadicea Bonduca Bunker Hill Cassius Chicago Chivalry Christian Militant ...
... Dead Body of Cæsar . Ariadne's Farewell Bannockburn Bard , The Battle Hymn of the Republic Battle of the Baltic Battle on St. Crispian's Day Bay Fight , The Boadicea Bonduca Bunker Hill Cassius Chicago Chivalry Christian Militant ...
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... Dead Body of Cæsar Ariel's Song 205 440 38 Art and Nature 132 · Battle of St. Crispian's Day Blow , Blow , thou Winter Wind Bolingbroke's Entrance into London 211 439 285 Man of Ross Cassius 272 203 • Portrait of Addison ' 271 ...
... Dead Body of Cæsar Ariel's Song 205 440 38 Art and Nature 132 · Battle of St. Crispian's Day Blow , Blow , thou Winter Wind Bolingbroke's Entrance into London 211 439 285 Man of Ross Cassius 272 203 • Portrait of Addison ' 271 ...
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... Dead , at Magnolia Cemetery , Charleston , S. C .. WHITE , JOSEPH BLANCO . Born in Spain , about 1773 ; died in England , 1840 . WHITE , HENRY KIRKE . Born in Nottingham , Eng . , 1785 ; died 1806 . To the Herb Rosemary 177 . 178 44 32 ...
... Dead , at Magnolia Cemetery , Charleston , S. C .. WHITE , JOSEPH BLANCO . Born in Spain , about 1773 ; died in England , 1840 . WHITE , HENRY KIRKE . Born in Nottingham , Eng . , 1785 ; died 1806 . To the Herb Rosemary 177 . 178 44 32 ...
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... Dead fell the birds , with blood- stains on their breasts , Or wounded crept away from sight of man , While the young died of famine in their nests : A slaughter to be told in groans , not words , The very St. Bartholomew of birds ! The ...
... Dead fell the birds , with blood- stains on their breasts , Or wounded crept away from sight of man , While the young died of famine in their nests : A slaughter to be told in groans , not words , The very St. Bartholomew of birds ! The ...
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... dead before . Every one for his own . The night is starry and cold , my friend , And the New - year blithe and bold , my friend , Comes up to take his own . How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock . The ...
... dead before . Every one for his own . The night is starry and cold , my friend , And the New - year blithe and bold , my friend , Comes up to take his own . How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock . The ...
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Стр. 207 - Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious, And, sure, he is an honorable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Стр. 177 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Стр. 273 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Стр. 65 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Стр. 172 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of Mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame, Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Стр. 172 - Let not ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike the inevitable hour.
Стр. 175 - Now, while the Birds thus sing a joyous song, And while the young Lambs bound As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The Cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep: No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay ; Land and Sea Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May...
Стр. 154 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave, doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
Стр. 162 - ning clamour in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes? Canst thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king?
Стр. 171 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield...